Lesbia says many hard things to me in the presence of her husband,
a great joy to the fool.
Dull mule, you understand nothing. If she forgot me and were silent,
she would be heart-whole. But as it is, her snarling and railing means this:
she not only remembers, but -- a much more serious thing --
she is angry; that is, she burns, and so she talks.
Catullus Poem 83
a great joy to the fool.
Dull mule, you understand nothing. If she forgot me and were silent,
she would be heart-whole. But as it is, her snarling and railing means this:
she not only remembers, but -- a much more serious thing --
she is angry; that is, she burns, and so she talks.
Catullus Poem 83
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